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Subject: Starfish: It Happens, Al Batt - April01, 2004



Thursday, April 1, 2004

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Greetings, Ripplemakers


It Happens
by
Al Batt


Men, have you become your father yet? ? 

Women, have you turned into your mother?

No matter how much we love our parents, it is scary when that happens.?  None of us think that it will happen to us, but it does happen to all of us sooner or later.

Some of us begin to look like our parents.?  First, we resemble our parents.?  Then we begin to look like our pets.?  That??™s the way life goes.

We begin to sound like our parents.?  We start saying all the same things to our children that our parents said to us.?  Things like, ???Someday, I hope you will have a child just like you,??? and ???As long as you live under my roof, you??™ll do as I say,??? and ???In my day, children respected their elders.????  All those things that we swore that we would never say to our children.?  All those things that really pushed our buttons.?  Parents are good at pushing buttons.?  After all, they are the ones who installed them.?  We say over and over again all the things we heard over and over again. We can??™t help it.?  We are no longer ourselves.?  We are our parents.

We go to school reunions.?  Reunions are wonderful. We visit with our classmates.?  We enjoy seeing them, but we can??™t help thinking that we are spending time with the parents of our classmates.?  We are saddened to realize that some of our classmates have become so old and grey that they barely recognize us.

We once thought that our parents were old coots.?  Then we joined the old coot fraternity.

We begin to say things like, ???You call that music????

I must admit that I feel the same way about hip-hop and rap that my parents felt about the Rolling Stones.?  I think that the ???c??? in rap is silent.?  My parents thought that the Stones should have been silent.?  My parents told me that they couldn??™t understand the words to my music.?  I don??™t want to understand the words to some of the songs of today. Music has become the dreaded 5/55--5 words repeated 55 times in each song. It may be my loss, but I will be the first to admit that I just don??™t understand today??™s music.?  I didn??™t really understand yesterday??™s music either.?  I think that is the way it is meant to be.?  If parents liked the music of their children, what would the young folks have to rebel against?

We start liking those odd combinations of food that our mother served us.?  My father wasn??™t fussy.?  He could eat anything as long as it was placed between a couple of slices of bread.?  He did eat some odd things--he put gravy on his apple pie.?  Each family has at least one weird food item that is relished by its members--a recipe found in no cookbook.?  A recipe that was brought over from the old country by Grandma and probably was the reason she had to leave the old country.?  Something like mustard and sugar sandwiches or putting ketchup on your mashed potatoes or pepper on your vanilla ice cream.

We are frightened when we realize that we agree politically with our parents.

We begin to grumble about change and wonder out loud, ???What is wrong with the kids today?????  We sometimes get our halo on a little too tight.?  We have a tendency to judge others by their actions while judging ourselves by our intentions.

We reminisce a lot about the good old days that weren??™t so good while we were living through them.?  We begin to like old things--cars, tractors, furniture, clothes, spouses, etc.

We pick up pennies from the ground.?  Sometimes a penny found is a penny that earns us a trip to the chiropractor to remedy a sore back.

We sometimes become as frugal as our parents.?  We spin apocryphal stories of being so poor that we had no clothes.?  We just put up curtains and stayed indoors.?  We tell how we baited our mousetraps with IOU??™s.

We are heard to exclaim that we can remember when a shopping mall used to be nothing but farmland.

We understand why Uncle Louie never wanted to stand in line.

We learn never to lie about ourselves and to be very careful about telling the truth about others.

Becoming our parents isn??™t a bad thing.?  In most cases it is probably a good thing.?  But it??™s always a scary thing.? ? 

?©Al Batt 2004
Hartland, MN 56042
SnoEowl @ aol.com

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Blessings to you today
Bob Johnston

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